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If A Writer Of Prose Knows Enough About What He Is Writing About He May Omit Things That He Knows And The Reader, If The Writer Is Writing Truly Enough, Will Have A Feeling Of Those Things As Strongly As Though The Writer Had Stated Them. The Dignity Of Movement Of An Iceberg Is Due To Only One-eighth Of It Being Above Water. A Writer Who Omits Things Because He Does Not Know Them Only Makes Hollow Places In His Writing.

We All Take A Beating Every Day, You Know, One Way Or Another.

I Thought That All Generations Were Lost By Something And Always Had Been And Always Would Be

A Man Does Not Exist Until He Is Drunk.

There Isnt Always An Explanation For Everything.